`


the cold wind is

damp on my face

i shiver but

delight in its touch

it blows the hair

off from my brow




dark'ning clouds

ramble on above

i cannot see

where i am going

i see only

the coming gall




the prickly rain

that pierced my skin

were cold-edged pins

puncturing my nerves

with a rude onslaught

that drove me home


`

Frederick Kesner

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